First Kiss

In the first chapter of Shrilugh, we get to experience a girl’s first kiss. It’s a good kiss. A sweet kiss, an innocent kiss.

We should all have first kisses like that.

My own first kiss wasn’t anything like that.

Welcome to Myndi’s Awkward Adolescence.

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I was a freshman in high school. The boy, who shall remain nameless, was a senior. I’d chosen to ‘go out’ with him (‘go out’ is in quotes because I technically wasn’t allowed to date until I was sixteen) for lots and lots of shallow reasons, but the shallowist (word?) reason of all was that I knew it’d piss my sister (who was also a senior, and his friend) off.

I was a piece of work back then.

Here’s the thing about dating a boy you don’t really like: you begin to dread everything. Seeing him in the halls at school. Talking to him on the phone. The inevitable first kiss.

Breaking up with him would have been the right thing to do, but there was a chance my folks might let him take me to prom…

…and that would have really pissed my sister off.

Again, piece of work.

So I pretended to like him. And then he kissed me.

There was no sweet tucking of my hair behind my ear, no soft pressing of lips to mine. No, he went at it like I’d choked on a Jolly Rancher and it was his duty to retrieve it…with his tongue.

*shiver*

It scared me straight.

I broke up with him the next week. And swore off boys. The idea of having to go through that again was just…too much. It also occurred to me that dating just to piss off my sister might be irresponsible. Especially when there were plenty of other ways to annoy her.

Still a piece of work, but it was a first step toward a better Myndi.

Five years later I met the Hubster. A few months after that he gave me my second first kiss. It was a good kiss. A sweet kiss, an innocent kiss. An I’m-kissing-you-because-I-really-really-like-you kiss.

Hmmm. My first kiss was in first or second grade, I’m not sure which. The boy I had a huge crush on gave me a kiss when he found out I was moving :-). I still remember how soft it was and how exhilarated and special I felt.

My first real semi-grown up kiss was behind the bleachers at a football game with a guy who turned out to be the local drug dealer. urgh. No, it didn’t go any further than the kiss. It was sloppy, wet, disgusting, and then he offered me drugs. Yeah…walk away. Walk quickly away. I felt very dirty and horrible after that one.

My first real kiss with my husband was when I pulled his head to mine while standing under the mistletoe 😀 Mistletoe strategically place by my roommate lol. It was soft, sweet, innocent, and just right 🙂

Oh my! The dreaded memories! LOL!
My first kiss was much like yours, with the exception that I really, really liked the guy. I had worried over that first kiss for days before it happened. I was terrified and excited about it all at the same time. What if I was a bad kisser? Would he ever kiss me again?
When it finally did happen, my dreams of that romantic first kiss were shattered by the Jolly Rancher rescue mission. Yeah, that “dream kiss” where you just “KNOW” he’s the one – I can officially say that did not happen with this guy!
I did eventually get that sweet, innocent kiss but it was many years later. 🙂

Oh, how scarring! At least I was spared the disappointment from actually liking the guy.

Sounds like we’ve all had to kiss some toads…

I feel like I need to make it clear, though, that this guy was actually a decent person. He may not have been my cuppa (which was really fortunate for him, because I was a small kine mess back then), but he was nice. Just seriously lacking in the kissing skills area.

Hmm…my first kiss was actually with my husband. Never dated in high school. We had been seeing each other for a little while but still had not kissed. My being the shy, naive girl did not help it move any faster. I think he decided enough was enough. One day before leaving his place for school, (yes I was staying at his place on the couch) he sort of pushed my gently against the wall, stepped up to me placing both hands on either side of my head and gave me my first kiss. Not sure I remember the feeling, just the dumb grin that I could not wipe off my face for the rest of the day! All my friends at school new something had happened!

Hmm…my first kiss came from my husband. I never dated in high school. We had been dating for a little while but no kiss. It probably did not help that I was a very shy, naive little girl, only 18 to his 24! One day I was getting ready to leave his place and he gently pushed me to the wall, put both hands on either side of my face and leaned in for the kiss! For a girl who loves romance novels this was great! I do remember having a dumb grin on my face all day long and my friends at school sure knew something had happened!

Oh my goodness, the first kiss was awful! Freshman year. I went in for a peck, and he went in for a French kiss, and boom! not good. He broke up with ME after that! I’ve since become a much better kisser. 🙂

My first kiss with the hubs was very nice…gentle, unforced, natural. I had to go through a lot of frogs first, though, before I found that prince.

You know what I remember? I remember being afraid of my first kiss. I had a boyfriend in junior high that all he wanted to do was tongue. I was grossed out so he broke up with me and got another girlfriend that was down with making out all the time. Alright. I was shy and I waited. I finally kissed a boy I thought I was interested in during my freshman year in high school. We sat alone at the city park in the kid’s playground. It was kind of sweet and nerve racking. He was tender and very memorable. I still see him on FB, although we haven’t connected.

“he went at it like I’d choked on a Jolly Rancher and it was his duty to retrieve it…with his tongue.”

Myndi, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of using Jolly Rancher as part of the description for french kissing ever. But that’s a great way of putting it.

Ah, the first kiss. I don’t think you’re talking about something that happened in kindergarten are you? Yes, our first real kiss with someone we care about. I would say it was awkward, nerve-racking, breath-taking and disappointing. Why? Because by the time this actually happens, you’ve heard all the hype and with two inexperienced kissers, well, let’s just say, it’s not the best moment. 🙂